Can A Drummer Get Some

Lyrics

Travis Barker

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Boom, guess who stepped in the roomDressed in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoonBack from the dead but they never found my killerSo I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thrillerIller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'emMost emcee's turn into ghost emcee'sYeah, give a drummer someIf 32 seville when that all black Hummer runFace off, Nicholas Cage with a gaugeI'm famous for killin' rappers, my style, grenadeCook shit like Rae, the chef RaekwonThe beats are filet mignon without the A1.Who walk like a pitbull, You' who bitch pleaseI ate your favourite rapper's heart out with a 16Didn't hit the switch on something with fiendsMake money with Ruff Ryders, homie, thats Swizz Cheese!

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Bang, guess who checked in the gameSmoke in the air like LeBron JamesRunning this shit like he Ron DaynePull out my dick and just pee on flamesShe on Wayne, but she ain't what I be onI'm Leon, I pee on you pee-on's for eon'sI'm in my prime like DeionI'mma shine like neonI'm a Lion like LeonBut I'm 'bout to go off, cause that is all I know of

I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show offYeah, Travis on the DrumsTravis on the beatWayne got the smoke and Game got the heatWeezy F I'm an F'ing starHaha, get it' I'm an FN starHa, and it's the Rock you bastardsIf I'm the rockstar, will rock you bastards

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Tupac and Juice riding ' on the looseKing James round my neck, haters wish it was a nooseLong Maybach and I wish it was a coupeKush out the jar, car smellin' like dukeQuarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goofDesigner underwear she knows I'm a gooseGot the wide body I'm a fat muthaf-ckerIn Swahili I'm screaming 'stack muthaf-cker'Ya homie won't stop until I decide toUntil then I'm making rollie's for the homies to ride toSmokes on the folds, folks wanna knowBitch I'mma boss, best foots on the blowKeep the hat pulled over, Big P on the frontTravis on the drums, big weed on the bluntBeing Savage where I'm from, Girls manage from the jumpDon't trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so'

Can a drummer get someCan a drummer get someCan a drummer get someCan a drummer get someCan a, can a drummer getcan a, can a drummer getCan, can a drummer get(Can a drummer get some)

Can a drummer get someCan a drummer get someCan a drummer get someCan a drummer get someCan a, can a drummer getcan a, can a drummer getCan, can a drummer get(Can a drummer get some)